After Entering the Ancient Tomb, I Became the Ancestor of All the Great Ones

Other people scream when they see ghosts. I negotiate with them. “Can’t give you my face. How about my toes?” The female ghost shrieked and ran. My coworkers stared, dumbfounded. The young master gave me a string of Buddhist prayer beads, and a spiritual master said my destiny was one in a million. Even my lover from a past life walked right out of a mural… I just want to ask: Can I get a less terrifying script?